Chapter 40: Chapter 40 A Kick of vengeance.
That spank on his ass, Daniel’s senses scattered. All he could think about for a brief moment was holding a knife to Adrian’s neck—that thought alone gave him a shred of calm.
But the calm didn’t last. Adrian continued spanking him, each strike sharp and humiliating, while his other hand slowly stroked Daniel’s dick.
Daniel’s hormones spiked, his pheromones threatening to spill. Thankfully, the suppressant worked, keeping his body under control. Still, he silently cursed, wishing his so-called benefactor had given him something far more useful—like a weapon to end Adrian’s life right this very moment.
"Your ass is so soft. Those cheeks... I can feel them around my dick if I start to fuck you," Adrian rawly commented.
Daniel shuddered, gagged and tied like an animal—no, worse than an animal. No human deserved to be treated this way. It was dehumanizing, stripping him of all dignity. His chest tightened; humiliation pressed down on him so heavily that he nearly cried.
If he once thought Adrian’s previous punishments were unbearable, this surpassed them all.
"Ouch... ahhh... haaa..." Daniel’s muffled scream broke through the tape. This wasn’t pleasure—it was pure pain. The way Adrian stroked his dick wasn’t sweet but disgusting, irritating.
Gregor grinned at the scene, watching the boy tremble helplessly like a leashed dog. "He’s finished. Minutes from now, he’ll be begging for boss’s dick."
Cassian shook his head, chuckling. "I’m no homo, but damn... look at that ass. Who wouldn’t want to fuck that? It looks better than pussy."
Titania and Greta stood close together, laughter bubbling uncontrollably.
"He’s like a log of wood," Greta sneered. "No response at all. Sex with him would be boring as hell."
Titania gasped dramatically, covering her mouth before smirking. "Oh, dear Greta, that was savage. But boss won’t care. To him, Daniel is just the endgame. And with the way things are going, he’ll end up in the trash can soon enough."
She leaned closer, her tone sharper now. "After this act, he’ll surely be killed. Imagine—killing boss’s sister and trying to destroy his Mafia zone. That’s a grave sin, unforgivable."
Greta giggled, nodding eagerly. She whispered her own silent prayer for Daniel’s death, unable to stand the sight of his "nobody" face any longer.
Alexander, however, said nothing. He only stared, his eyes locked with Daniel’s. Daniel quickly turned away, refusing to meet that gaze—because deep down, a gnawing suspicion grew inside him. Could Alex really be the one behind all his misfortunes?
Adrian finally stopped spanking and bent down in front of Daniel, still cupping his dick.
"You traitorous bastard. You killed my sister. Tell me—why?" Adrian’s voice was calm, too calm, as he stroked Daniel with cruel control.
Daniel’s face turned pale. Why ask him this now—while stroking him? Was he trying to drive him insane? What if he cut it off... would he? He dared not...
It was self-defense, Daniel thought desperately. With Matt... your sister fell by mistake. I never intended it... He begged silently for mercy, begging his creator for Adrian not to crush his manhood.
At this point, fifty or sixty strokes of the cane would’ve been better—anything but this sick game of milking him.
"Milking isn’t the greatest kind of fun, is it?" Adrian drawled, acting maddeningly calm and collected. Anyone would expect him to rage at his ruined empire, but instead, here he was—giving a handjob.
Has Adrian finally cracked? Nothing about this was normal.
Then, without warning, Adrian did the unthinkable. He thrust his hand suddenly, fingers plunging into Daniel’s ass.
"Ouch!!" Daniel jerked violently, agony shooting through his body. Adrian hadn’t even prepared him, just forced his hand in as though Daniel were some bowl for dipping.
"Painful, right?" Adrian asked, still crouched low, one hand on Daniel’s dick, the other buried in his ass.
Daniel didn’t respond. He couldn’t.
A loud, sharp spank echoed, making Daniel tremble in both pain and horror.
"Answer me, bitch—yes or no." Adrian demanded, eyes narrowed on Daniel’s face.
Daniel nodded quickly, the word bitch stinging just as badly as the pain. His chest burned with fury. The unstable bastard dared to call him that? At this point, Adrian didn’t even deserve to be called a man. He behaved like a filthy, unstable animal.
Revenge is due, Daniel vowed silently. It’s too due. If I ever get the chance... every single soul here dies. Every crew member. Every last one of them.
His vow was cut short when Adrian’s fingers forced their way deeper, violating him with another sharp penetration.
"It hurts—it hurts!" Daniel whimpered, his voice breaking in agonizing surrender.
"Remove the tape. I want to hear him moan," Adrian commanded. Jake obeyed, ripping the tape away so roughly that Daniel’s jaw shifted violently aside, nearly cracking.
"Now," Adrian smirked, "moan my name. Beg to be fucked."
He licked his fingers slowly, lubricating them, before shoving them back into Daniel’s hole.
Daniel wasn’t aroused, wasn’t wet, and for that, he was thankful. That was the omega’s curse—but his suppressant shielded him.
"No... I can’t go on with this... I can’t," Daniel groaned, body writhing as Adrian’s fingers dug deeper, twisting cruelly inside. His body betrayed him—small sparks of unwanted sensation jolting through his nerves.
He bit his lips hard, refusing to let a moan escape. God forbid he gave this monster satisfaction. Over his dead body.
For a brief moment, Daniel’s mind drifted. A memory flickered—he could almost picture Adrian slamming him against a wall, people watching, someone pulling him out of danger... And then the rescuer’s face slowly came into focus.
Alexander McQueen.
Bow to me, Alpha.
The words replayed in his head, and he gasped inwardly. Adrian bowed. What the fuck?! Why was he just remembering this now? Did Adrian give him something to erase it?
The thought shattered when Adrian, without warning, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick—huge, swollen, monstrous. He pressed it against Daniel’s entrance, not waiting, not hesitating.
Daniel froze, panic flooding him. He turned in horror, and in that instant, instinct took over. He lashed out with a wild kick—aiming straight at Adrian’s groin.
The hit landed perfectly.
Adrian collapsed, groaning in sheer agony, clutching himself. His dick burned like fire, and then—blood.
Daniel’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Serves you right for attempting to enter what doesn’t belong to you."
Jake rushed forward in rage, delivering a brutal slap across Daniel’s cheek. His head snapped sideways, the impact dizzying.
Adrian writhed on the floor, his eyes locking with Alexander’s stunned face. Everyone froze.
Daniel had won. He hadn’t begged, hadn’t surrendered—he’d kicked Adrian’s "golden dick" into bleeding.
"Get the car!" Jake shouted. Cassian ran for it while the others scrambled. Adrian was lifted, still groaning, face twisted with vengeance.
"Take him to the new headquarters," Adrian hissed, voice venomous despite the pain. "Lock him in the new headquarters cell. Flog him eighty strokes. Then leave him there—no food, no water."
Daniel was tossed into the car boot, tied and humiliated. He no longer cared. He had enacted his revenge. Adrian would never underestimate him again.
Meanwhile, in the city hospital, chaos erupted. Nurses rushed to treat Adrian as he ranted, only to discover the truth—Daniel had shattered one of his eggs.
"DANNNNNNNN!" Adrian whispered venomously, his fury boiling.
"All because of that little red-haired boy who took your virginity? Is that why you’re acting up?" His thoughts turned dark.
"Fine... before tomorrow ends, he must be tracked down... and butchered." Adrian muttered as he writhed in the operating room.
And thus, Draven found himself hunted by the deadliest Mafia leader in New York City.